The BlueIris Semi-Nightly Poetry Break, 5/3/09

[BlueIris]

"It Began"

It began, then, the war that never ended,
though for a while we kept doing the old things:
shopping thrift stores, digging through bins of toys,
looking for plain clothing a little worn.

Winter, in that latitude, never forgave;
but we could pay off the electric,
buy pills for the dog when she got sick.
There was mulled wine left over from Christmas
and two bags of candles somebody found on sale.

We kept putting suet out for the birds,
drowsed in the south window as we had always done,
watching the purple finches,
getting the last of the game.

We saw light mauled in the alders,
the traveling shadow claim our yard,
our street becoming the crust
over a bowl of flame.

~Mary Rose O'Reilley

[Tuesday Afternoon]

1. yes

timely. very timely. :donut: :hi:

[RetroLounge]

2. "Winter, in that latitude, never forgave;"

:hi:

RL

[Chorophyll]

3. Oh yes.

Every line is a keeper.

[CaliforniaPeggy]

4. My dear BlueIris!

Ooh, boy...

Normalcy in the face of the end of the world...

Pretty scary!

Beautifully done...

Thank you!

[JitterbugPerfume]

5. just lovely , Blue Iris